Dandelion
Now she walks the land
The heart of which she always belonged to
On the back ways
Finding wild flowers and stones
For a wise woman's treasury
She set free to the wind
When the clock of her memory dispersed
Into uncountable, incomprehensible time capsules
Film rearranged on the reel
In her eyes, I would always be four years old
My dandelion
(It is not uncomplicated when the life of a loved one fades away)
Writer/s: GEERT VAN DER VELDE
